Not Trilogy: Not Here
Cold, cold morning
Dawn's first light
Lots of different dreams of you
Experienced I last night
Some were sweet, romantic
Long walks on a beach
And some were pretty frantic
Of those I cannot speak
Copyright © Andres Luis Bigote | Year Posted 2024
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